Foreword
Violet screamed the second that she felt the spikes cutting into her body, but it was not until she opened her eyes, and took in her immediate surroundings, that she was even more scared. Even as her body was shaking, she could feel the spikes cutting.
She was in some kind of castle room, bound to a long pole.
The pole had spikes running along it, and her naked body had been thrust forward against it, her arms and legs bound with leather straps so that she couldn't even try to pull away. Every breath she took brought her more pain.
Then, she could feel the way the spikes were starting to cut into the flesh between her legs, and she remembered the man who had brought her home that night.
He had picked her up at a bar, and he had told her that he'd show her one of the greatest times that she could imagine.
Tears began to stream from her light blue eyes, and as she heard footsteps, she turned her head and felt her long red hair on her shoulders.
"Well, Violet, welcome," she heard a man's voice say.
"Yes, it's so nice of you to drop in and see us. We haven't had company in a while."
She turned and looked near the doorway, which really just seemed to be a large hole cut in the thick cement wall, and she gasped.
Her date was standing there, dressed from head to toe in leather, and there was another black-haired woman standing next to him. The woman had her hand on the man's crotch, and was stroking his obviously hard dick.
"Won't she be just lovely to play with?" the woman said, and the man was smiling.